PNB Chapter 87
Chapter 87
Metropolitan Wang Huang seems to have a good temper, at least he has always been nice and angry when facing Su Zhe, even if it is such a trivial matter in the end, he just made fun of it, and did not fly into a rage.
The words have been spoken, and it is impossible to change them.
Su Zhe watched the Niutou brother handing over the phone with a sigh, regretting ten thousand times in his heart, the narration frame danced wildly at this moment, appearing everywhere, each one emphasized how stupid he was just now, but, let him Found something amazing.
"What is this?" City King Huang suddenly asked.
Su Zhe didn't react until Brother Niutou repeated: "Yan Jun is asking you."
"Huh? Mobile phone." Su Zhe said.
"No, I didn't mean the mobile phone, this one." A hand wearing a huge jade ring stretched out from above, and it was right on top of a narration frame, "This one."
Su Zhe's heart skipped a beat, and when he looked up, Yan Jun's face was not so clear in the dim and blurry lighting, but it was the first time he felt the tremendous pressure, and his heart was beating with fear.
"I don't know." This is the truth, Su Zhe has not been able to find out the reason why the narration box appeared, "However, it gave me some small help."
"Really?" Metropolis King Huang responded without further questioning, "I already know what you said, how do you solve it?"
"I want to find the person who did this." Now that the previous opportunity has been lost, Su Zhe will not be satisfied with just restoring the functions of these mobile phones and computers, "This is too... no, it's embarrassing to the ghost Is it? Even if it is blackmail, is it extorting money from the dead from the living? Even if we want to send money, there is nowhere to send it!"
Snickers came from the side, Su Zhe glanced angrily, and found that many ghosts had dispersed, and went shopping in the market again, and actors and staff came over curiously to see the strange things, at this time No one paid attention to acting anymore, after all, such a "rare thing" like Lord Yan is not easy to come across.
"Indeed." Metropolis King Huang sighed, and threw the phone to Brother Mamian on the other side, "Go find it."
Ma Mian held the mobile phone and let out a long whistle, turned around, and disappeared into the air like a wisp of smoke. When Su Zhe was wondering how long to wait, he suddenly came back, carrying a Mediterranean bald fat ghost, He was holding a bowl of instant noodles in his hand, and he was biting a broken noodle in his mouth, but the noodle looked very strange in terms of color and shape...
"Yan, Yan Jun!" Hai Di was shocked, and the noodles sprayed out of his mouth, with a flattering smile on his face, "How are you doing lately?"
"Humph!" Yan Jun snorted, "Here comes the man, you can tell."
These days of frustration, preparation and dissatisfaction, Su Zhe has found a vent, walked over and looked up and down the Mediterranean Sea for a while, and said with a sneer, "Are you a programmer?"
"That's right." The Mediterranean said without knowing it, "It's a procedural ghost now."
"Okay, very good." Su Zhe chuckled twice, then turned to the producer, production manager and actors next to him and said, "This person is the one who made that fairy jump page."
A group of people quickly approached, staring at the program ghost with a half-smile, no matter how slow he was, he could sense something was wrong, and said with a dry smile, "Everyone, please speak up if you have something to say."
"Talk about your size!" The drama manager jumped out first, grabbed the programmer ghost by the collar and roared, "Are you still shameless? Do you want to, ah! You have become a ghost and are still writing programs! And write a story to live!" Immortals who extort money from dead people jump to the page! Are you mentally handicapped?! Are you stupid! You write a mortuary, which living person can understand it?! Ahhhhhhhh!"
As the culprit, the production staff is having a terrible time these days. Not only does everyone treat him strangely, the producer even sneers when he sees him. He is also wronged. Obviously he is also a victim. Like a murderer?
The director is a middle-aged male, as the saying goes, the firepower is strong, and he is in a state of rage. This arrest actually caught the program ghost so that his body was covered with smoke, and he yelled mournfully: "Don't touch me! Don't touch me! I Wrong! Never change again! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The living people have never seen such a posture before, and the drama director was also taken aback. He let go of his hand in an instant, and the program ran to the side of the city Wang Huang's car like a ghost, and said pitifully: "Yan Jun, if I do something wrong, you can directly punish me." That’s it, why let these living people torture me?”
"You still have the nerve to say it!" It's okay if you don't say it, but when you talk about the drama management, you get annoyed again, "Have you never thought about how much trouble you will cause us?"
"What the hell is going on?!" the program ghost cried.
Su Zhe stood up and handed over the phone at this time, and when he saw the page program, he understood it, and shouted: "Why does my advertisement page appear on the mobile phone of a living person!"
"I also want to ask." Su Zhe said angrily, "Didn't you do this?"
"Why should I send it to a living person's mobile phone? It's useless!" The program ghost said aggrievedly, "Besides, Yin and Yang are different. It's not easy for me to send this advertisement to a living person's mobile phone. What am I trying to do? !"
Su Zhe frowned: "What's going on?"
"I don't know either." Mediterranean Sea said.
The two of them looked at each other for a moment, but the city king Huang said, "Who is this advertisement for?"
"A financial company." The Mediterranean caught Su Zhe's eyes and added, "A financial company in the underworld."
"What do they mainly do?" Xiang Bei leaned over and asked.
"Foreign exchange... ah!" Mediterranean stared wide-eyed.
"Can dollars circulate in the underworld?" Su Zhe asked curiously.
"No, this foreign exchange is the money of Yin and Yang, because there is a huge price difference." When Mediterranean said this, everyone understood.
"Good company, heh." Metropolitan Wang Huang sneered, "Su Zhe, don't worry, I'll take care of it myself. Right now, let's clean these phones and computers first."
Hai Hai looked at the phone, then at Lord Yan, and squeezed out an ugly smile: "I... don't know how to deal with this kind of problem on the Yangjian phone, the mechanism is different."
"What language does the underworld use?" As a former programmer, Xiang Bei asked enthusiastically.
"We use Yinyin #%@... and #@￥￥%, which corresponds to the C language in Yangjian. If you like J, it corresponds to #%%..." When it comes to this major, Mediterranean immediately becomes elated , and Xiang Bei asked and answered, and quickly forgot the others.
The city king Huang talked with Niutou Mamian, and Su Zhe was thinking about how to squeeze out more benefits. All the ghosts were still shopping in the market, and everything was busy and orderly. Suddenly, a ray of light came from the horizon. terminal appears.
Just when Su Zhe thought that some other important person was coming, the loud bell sounded again, and the chariots and horses of King Yan let out a breath and raised their hooves.
"The day has come, and tonight will end here." The city king Huang solemnly said, "I will investigate Su Zhe's matter to the end, but you..." He lowered his head, "You two should take care of yourself, if the children of karma don't get along Harmony, that's not good."
Hearing the word "son of karma" again, Su Zhe just wanted to ask clearly, but everything around him suddenly became extremely slow, and he only felt that a moment passed, but when he came back to his senses, there were only living people left around, whether it was ghosts or the king of Hades. , all disappeared without a trace in an instant, and on the horizon, a round of red sun has jumped into the sky.
Its daybreak.